You know, one day I’ll become president, Bastard says. We have put up most of the posters and we’re now doing the last of the shacks, towards Heavenway Cemetery. President of what? I say. President of a country, this country, Bastard says. What do you think I’m talking about, you dumb donkey? But you have to be an old, old man to become president, Stina says. Who told you that? How do you know?
